I hate moving, and here's why:
This, my friends, is the stuff my nightmares are made of. We've been here nearly a month the place is looking MUCH more settled than these photos indicate, though we've still got a ways to go. Something I've learned about myself is that I am very slow at moving in. This particular move-in has been overwhelming because we moved to a smaller place with less storage space, so it's taken more time and creativity to organize our stuff. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
(Also, there was a bit of a delay because we had to move most of our stuff back out right after we moved in while new carpet was being installed. So it's like we moved TWICE this month! Woe is me!)
In spite of the organizational challenges, we're happy in our new space. As I write this, the dogs are lounging on the back of the couch, watching the neighborhood and fussing because my father-in-law (who maintains/manages our building) is outside and they really can't understand why he's not coming in to see them. I'm missing Matt, who is working late for the fifth night in a row. And I'm getting ready to go wash dishes. There's no dishwasher in this apartment. But there IS a window over the kitchen sink and it looks out into the woods behind our apartment building. I've decided that I'll take a window with a view over a dishwasher any day.
